“Fuck!” he roared, and I knew he’d come.
My fingers frantically worked to give me the orgasm I craved, and a couple of moments later, I cried out his name as I came.
We were silent except for our heavy breathing. And then he murmured, “Fuck, Layla. I need more.”
I do too.
“I’ll be there soon. Tell me your address.”
He gave it to me, and I ended the call so I could deal with the stuff I had to do. I needed to get to Donovan as fast as possible.
***
An hour later, I entered the warehouse at the address Donovan had given me. Looking at it, I realised I didn’t even know what Donovan did for a living. Time to fix that.
A beefed-up guy met me at the front door and escorted me up to Donovan’s office. We passed lots of offices, but their doors were all shut so I had no clue what they held. When we got to the end of the corridor, the guy knocked on the door. “Blade, Layla’s here.”
I waited silently.
The door opened and Donovan stood on the other side, a formidable force staring back at us.
At me.
His eyes didn’t connect with his staff member’s at all; they came straight to mine.
“Thanks,” he said to the guy, and stepped aside to let me pass through.
My body brushed against his as I moved past him, and my pussy ached with desire.
I needed him.
Now.
He closed the door and fixed his gaze on me. The intensity rolling off him today was something new. He’d always been fairly intense, but this...this was orgasm-inducing.
He wants me.
His eyes flashed hunger.
Need.
Desire.
“Come here,” he growled.
Yes.
I walked to where he stood.
“Take your clothes off,” he commanded, and I did as he said.
He watched every piece of clothing come off, until I stood naked before him. I didn’t say anything, and I didn’t move to take his clothes off. I sensed Donovan needed to be in control of this.
After he inspected every inch of my body, he stepped closer to me and curled his hand around my neck and brought his lips to mine in a long, rough kiss. His other hand went straight to my pussy and a demanding finger thrust inside me.
My body jerked. I hadn’t been expecting that, but it was so very welcome, and I pushed my pussy into his hand. He pushed another finger inside and rubbed my clit with his thumb. Donovan’s expert touch caused a rush of lust to shoot through me.
I placed my hands on his hips and softly moaned into his mouth, “Fuck.”
His fingers grew more insistent as he chased an orgasm for me. It wouldn’t take long; I was still worked up from our phone sex. Keeping his hand firmly around my neck, he pulled his mouth from mine and moved to take one of my nipples between his lips. His teeth lightly grazed against my breast and I begged for more on a moan.
He growled at my need and worked his fingers harder while he sucked my breast further into his mouth.
Oh fuck me.
I cried out as the orgasm tore through me. My hands moved to his head at my breasts, and I threaded my fingers through his hair and roughly pulled.
That set him off, and he let my breast go and pulled his fingers out of me. Feral eyes looked at me, and I gulped for a breath at the sight of his wild need. Donovan’s carnal hunger for me was something I’d never experienced from a man before. It unleashed my matching hunger and we lost ourselves as we fought for what we needed from each other.
“I want you on your hands and knees,” he growled, and waited for me to do as he’d ordered.
I did as he said and he grunted his pleasure. Then he stripped his clothes off while I waited on my hands and knees for him. I was turned on just knowing he stood above me. I knew he wouldn’t be able to tear his eyes from me.
I heard the crinkle of foil and I squeezed my legs together, knowing he was closer to being inside me. His body pressed against mine, and he leaned over me to speak in my ear, “I haven’t been able to think of anything other than your fucking pussy for the last hour, baby. You shouldn’t get me this fucking worked up. It’s gonna be hard and fast.”
I moaned, and he thrust his cock inside me. His loud grunt echoed around us, and I bit my lip as the pleasure gripped me. Fuck, I loved this man’s dick and his talent at using it.
We fucked like fucking animals.
Raw.
Rough.
He gave me everything I needed, and I devoured it and begged for more.
As he drove me closer, he grunted, “You close, baby?”
I squeezed his cock as he slammed into me again. “Yes,” I panted. My orgasm surrounded me, and I could reach out and touch it, but I struggled to catch it. It teased me, and I cried out for it.
He kept going, fucking me harder and deeper. I knew he was barely holding his release in by his grunts and ragged breathing. “Fuck, Layla, not gonna last much longer . . . ”
I worked harder.